I am a man. I am a woman. I am white, black, brown, yellow and red. Above all else and in spite of everything else, I am an American. I am so furious that it’s becoming difficult for me to keep my composure and not fill my page with vile profanity.
I am a furious American.
How many more times will I have to read about my brothers and sisters, my children, being gunned down in cold blood? How many more of my mothers will cry because they lost their babies to madness?
How many more of my wives, husbands, brothers and sisters will I have to watch crumble to their knees because they lost the ones they loved?
How many more demons will be sent to earth to wreck my families? Is this the end of our existence as humans on this planet? Maybe it should be. Maybe we just don’t deserve God’s greatest gift anymore.
How many more places of worship, schools, sanctuaries need to be turned into morgues before we learn to love? Do we even deserve love anymore?
How many more babies need to be robbed of the pure joy and fulfillment of falling in love and even having babies of their own before enough is just damn well enough?
I am a nonviolent person, however, I can easily see myself killing someone who tries, or God forbid, succeeds in harming or killing one of my children. What does that say about me? Am I no better? Or does that make me a hero?
I am an American who doesn’t believe they have one more tear left to shed for my brothers and sisters. What does that say about my humanity?
I am a Republican; I am a Democrat. I own guns; I despise guns. Does it really matter anymore, or is the evil we created now overpowering us?
I am a furious American and I am damn sick and tired of crying for my brothers and sisters. If you’re my brother or sister, then stand with me and let’s all put a stop to this evil.
We can do anything because we are Americans.
Your brother, sister, husband, wife, child